#AND!!! I DON'T!!!!! SPEAK SPANISH!!!!!!!!

[fireboltposts]

When SKZ finds your well-organized Korean notes

A/N : This idea randomly popped up in my head when I was learning my Spanish. Picture credit to the owner. Also this is the first time I've tried writing for all the members together.

• Where each member suddenly stumbles upon your neat and well-organized notes for learning Korean. They knew you were studying but didn't realise you went so far as to maintaining an old diary of 2013 for writing down random notes, swear words, grammar rules, slangs, idioms, vocabulary, tests where you had graded yourself with a red pen with marks like 16/20 or 19/25 and your signature like a school teacher and even some phrases learnt from the boys.

• Chris

He found your Korean diary on a random Tuesday evening while he was searching for his laptop charger. He wondered what on earth were you doing with a 2013 diary when he had gifted you the latest one on New Year's Day. Not one to read someone's diary, but his interest was piqued because of a SKZ bookmark hanging out of the diary. He opens it curiously, flipping through the pages that contained grammar rules, self-graded tests with your signature (which he can't help but giggle at), and even an entire section labelled "what Channie taught me", containing phrases and words he had previously taught you, that he himself had forgotten, which little notes on the side in pencil on how to pronounce stating that "Channie says it like this". He smiles to himself, feeling a surge of warmth as he realizes you're working so hard to understand and connect with him and the group on a deeper level. He chuckles at the part where you had stated that he says a word in a certain tone and he's a little surprised to see how observant you were to how he spoke Korean that you had noticed such little things even he didn't know. He is moved by your dedication and effort. It meant so much to him that you wanted to understand him better and also the rest of the boys.

• Minho

Minho's looking around your room when his eyes fall on a notebook open on your bed, with pages full of neat handwriting. Intrigued, he walks over and begins to look through them, noting how well-organized and thoughtful each section is. The color-coding in different color ink, the little drawings, and the way you’ve broken down each concept and it’s clear you’ve put a lot of effort into learning. He spots a few phrases he's used like "Don't be silly" written in Hangul. He feels a strange pride in knowing that you had gone through so much trouble of noting down things he has said and how observant you were to the other members' words and he feels a soft warmth on his chest. When you notice him looking, he gives you an approving nod. "Your notes are impressive," he says, with a faint smile. "You’re serious about learning, huh? I respect that." He’s not overly sentimental, but there’s a hint of admiration in his tone. "Just make sure you don’t learn any bad habits from the guys. I'll teach you the proper way to speak," he adds with a teasing glint in his eyes and you roll your eyes with a smile on your lips.

• Changbin

Changbin flips your notes open curiously and starts reading. The first thing he notices is how neatly you've written grammar concepts and phrases with example sentences using names from the K industry like "Changbin ate an apple", "Joshua cannot swim", "Jaejoong, go to the market !". As he goes through, he can’t help but feel a sense of admiration for your dedication. You’ve put in so much work, and it’s clear that you’re genuinely interested in understanding the language. He chuckles when he sees a section labeled "Cute Phrases learnt from Binnie," where you’ve written down a few things he’s said, noting them with little hearts and stars. When you return, he grins at you, holding up the notebook. "These are really impressive," he says, giving you an encouraging smile. "You’ve put in a lot of effort. If you keep it up, you’ll be fluent in no time!". There’s a hint of pride in his voice as he looks at you, feeling touched that you care so much about connecting with him and the rest of the group in their language.

• Hyunjin

Hyunjin finds your notes when you’re both sitting on the couch. He’s flipping through some things on the table when he spots them, open to a section on descriptive words. At first, he’s just curious, but as he goes through them, he realizes how detailed your notes are. You’ve even added pronunciation tips in English and marked down specific tones you’d heard him use, adding little side notes in pencil like, "Try to sound softer, like Hyunjin." Seeing his own influence in your notes makes his heart race. He’s touched to know you’re paying so much attention to the language, even noting his speaking style. There’s something endearing about how you’re working so hard to speak Korean well, not just to understand him but to match his expressions too. "Wow, you’re really serious about this, huh?" he murmurs, glancing over at you with a soft smile. He leans in closer, resting his chin on his hand as he flips through more pages, admiring your hard work. "If you ever want a study buddy, I’d be happy to help. Maybe I could teach you some new words too… you know, personal ones that only we would know or swear words, whichever you want", he winks, enjoying the thought of having something special shared between the two of you.

• Han

Han stumbles upon your notes one day while you’re hanging out. He flips through them casually, but the more he reads, the more impressed he becomes. Your notes are detailed, organized, and incredibly thorough. You’ve written down vocabulary, grammar rules, and even broken down complex sentences into parts. He’s particularly amused when he sees a section labeled "Funny Phrases" with things he’s said, complete with little notes like, "Han said this when he was being silly." He feels a warmth in his chest, touched that you’ve been paying attention to his quirks and speech patterns. When he looks up at you, there’s a playful glint in his eye. "I didn’t know you were working this hard!" he exclaims. "Your notes are so good; I think I’d actually want to borrow them myself!". Han’s admiration is genuine, and he’s a little flustered by how much he enjoys seeing your dedication. "Anytime you want to practice with me, let me know," he offers, giving you a shy smile. "We could make it fun, you know, with little games and stuff and next time I'll take a test and put my signature on there and an A+ and a smiley if you get it all correct", he said with a wink.

• Felix

When Felix flips through the pages and finds your neat handwriting in Hangul , he's charmed by how much dedication you've put into it, especially when he saw you noted expressions and idioms he used labelled as "Sunshine Lixie's expressions", complete with little stars. His heart flutters at the sight. "Your notes are amazing!" he says, his eyes lighting up. "It’s so cool that you’re learning, and it’s adorable how you even have a section just for my phrases." He pats your shoulder proudly, feeling touched and a bit shy. "I could help you practice anytime you want," he adds, his voice softening, secretly hoping to spend more time with you.

• Seungmin

Seungmin finds your notes by accident when he’s helping you clean up after a study session. He notices them lying open on the table and can’t resist taking a look. As he reads through the pages, he’s impressed by your organization and the level of detail. You’ve made vocabulary lists, highlighted grammar points, and even written down little notes to help you remember certain words. He brings it up later, saying, "Your notes are really impressive. You’re actually doing a great job, and if you keep at it, I think you’ll become fluent in no time." He looks at you thoughtfully, adding, "If you ever need help with pronunciation or understanding something or maybe adding some more to the "Seungmin's Tips" list, I’d be happy to help."

• Jeongin

When the maknae finds your neat diary that you've kept for learning Korean, he is a little surprised but also very impressed at you progress as the self graded "test scores" went higher and as he also remembers some difficult words meant for upper Intermediate learners you'd used a week ago while talking to him. He chuckles when he sees his own "Innie’s Words" section, where you’ve noted down phrases he’s said. Later, he brings it up with a smile, saying, "Your notes are really detailed. It’s so cool that you’re putting in so much effort to learn our language." There’s a sense of pride in his voice as he looks at you, genuinely impressed by your dedication. "If you ever need help, I’m here. I could even teach you some more slang, if you’re up for it Y/N ! And next time, I hope to see you score full marks on your little self tests".

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[nicosraf]

It's my birthday! And Angels Before Man's second birthday from the original publishing! And almost three years since the original draft of it! Wow! Thank you all a million times for being here. Really, genuinely

I'd like for this extremely long post to be happier ! But a lot of people are really troubled by the United States election. There's a lot of fear-mongering online about what'll happen and a lot of real threats to marginalized people in the U.S. and abroad. I don't talk about my own identities a ton. I'm a gay, trans, Mexican from the US-Mex border. The vast majority of my family, community, and friends are immigrants of varying legal statuses. I could lose everything!! I fear for my family! My friends! For my body and my heart!

My mom called me yesterday morning, though, basically asking for an explanation. She told me she was shocked, she was scared, and I said that so was I, then we said, "Pos ni modo." Ni modo!! Oh well!!! What can we do now? We can keep doing what we've always done. Survive. That's all you really have to do at the end of the day, you know, survive.

My family is from a rough Mexican city that fell apart when I was little, a place where my own family has been kidnapped and bodies have been left mutilated in the street for everyone to see. The radio spoke in code to let you know not to go outside when things got really bad. There used to be mariachis in the street to greet American tourists but by the time I was little, they were mostly gone. Boarded up, abandoned stores and boarded up, abandoned homes. I remember being scared, and I remember not knowing what to do listening to a shoot out right outside. I remember my heart stopping when my family was stopped by the soldiers and they demanded money out of us for the first time.

(And I can talk also about living on the other side. The hyper policing, ICE, the racism when my school played against other schools, my parents forbidding me from speaking Spanish outside our Mexican enclave and to stay close to them, and I can talk about the aggression from the white nuns at my catholic school toward the latino kids, I can talk about having to see the border patrol every day just to go to school, I can even talk about Trump-supporters coming down to the border and making a mess of the place and I can talk and I can talk but why? what for??)

My family is all (mostly) still around. I'm here also. We're still here. All of that horrible stuff happened and is still happening to us y ni modo!! Ni modo ! The fight continues. You'll be fine if you allow yourself to be, and if you're not, then you really gave it your best shot, and the people around you will see that you did.

I know for a lot of people there might be the urge to spiral into doom and grieve, but you don't need to borrow the grief of the future. Today you can get up and roll up your sleeves and clean the house. That's what my parents tell me to do when I'm sad. Ponte a limpiar. Ponte a trabajar. I used to get mad at them for it, but in the end, you're only in charge of yourself and the places/things that you upkeep.

I was raised around nopales (prickly pear cacti) and, many years ago, I threw one out of my parent's house because I didn't know what to do with it. I didn't want it. I figured it'd get eaten by something or die somehow. The nopal started growing instead, and it's still there. It even grew a flower, though it hasn't given us a pear yet. My dad doesn't like the pears/tuna but my mom does, so we went out to check on it and while we were there, we heard a bird singing. He looked up and he told me it was a cenzontle and that it was singing a little song for the nopal. I had this thought about how even though I basically tried to kill it, the nopal was growing, thriving. it's an easy metaphor to make, but the earth gives you simple lessons sometimes.

(The monarchs pass by every year. They don't even do it legally. They cut the border line and don't wait their turn to talk to the Customs guys!!! They just fly overhead then look back at us like we're crazy. How can we explain this to them? How do I tell them that there's a place that hates us both)

All you have to do is survive. Whatever happens to me or my family or my friends, we will find a way to grow and find birds to sing along with. If there's so much grief in the future, then we can grieve when that time comes. In other words, canta y no llores. All you have to do is survive. Take it hour by the hour. Pick up the broom and get to work while you can.

Because I've talked too much, I wanted to remind everyone that my ebooks versions of my writing will always be free to read.

Maybe it'll come as a shock to you that a lot of ABM was about coping with losing a home forever, of remembering the feeling of wall paint that you will never feel again. But it's about survival too. I hope you all take care of yourselves as much as we can. This isn't a sad post! Go out and enjoy what you have! Go for a snack. Protect yourself however youre able to. I'm so lucky to have a birthday, to have lived this long. I hope my work will live on no matter how much the world might despise it. I've survived this far despite the world too, and so will ABM... I hope ! :)

[sillyuin]

can i request for svt x grovelling??? I REALLY WANNA SEE HOW THE MEMBERS WOULD BEG FOR ANOTHER CHANCE TO THEIR S/O 😭

Hi anon! sorry it take me so long, I've been really busy with work but here it is.

How svt apologizes after breaking up 💔 (ot13)

Yuin's note: this is purely fiction and my p.o.v. Being honest, as a spanish native speaker I never heard of the word "grovelling" before and I thought I didn't handle the concept properly 😭 but I tried. Any advice is really appreciated.

Scoups, Mingyu, Dino. He’s almost whining for it.

You’ve lost the count of the notifications that came to the phone, and blocking him just doesn't feel right at all (at this point it seems like a good option tho lol). After reading some pity messages you decided to call him and... Oh boy. You didn't need to look him in the eyes to realize he was about to cry, he insists a thousand times that everything has been his fault and that he will do whatever is necessary to make things up.

Jeonghan, Joshua, Minghao. Tries to keep it cool but is not.

After some days with zero contact, you received an unexpected call and he’s inviting you go for a walk; it’s a bit awkward because it feels too quiet but you accept anyways. There is definitely something fishy going on. He seemed very stoic and, respectfully, he apologizes if something he did or said offended you, asking for a peace agreement. But you know him very well and you don't give in, until he's flustered enough to open up about his feelings and begs for another chance with you.

Jun, Dokyeom. Wants to say a lot but his head is a mess.

His mind has simply left this astral plane because, the moment you accidentally ran into him during an outing, he completely froze. He tries to be friendly and makes an effort to address you but his voice is so, so shaky he can’t even say a coherent sentence, making this situation even more uncomfortable. When you decided to leave as quick as possible, It was like the ideas in his head finally connect and asks for your forgiveness in the most desperate way possible, then he breaths and starts speaking out while his face blushes with embarrassment.

Seungkwan, Hoshi. Wants to say a lot and says a lot.

The phone has rung several times during the day and after countless missed calls, you decide to answer just bc you’re tired of this situation. However, as soon as you answer, there's no time to say hello properly when he starts talking as if this were a rehearsed speech. He had never said so many things to you in this lifetime. “I’m sorry for the time I didn’t close the toothpaste” “I’m sorry for making a midnight snack and leaving the kitchen a mess” “I’m sorry for the time I…” And so on for a long time.

Wonwoo, Woozi, Vernon. Straight to the point.

Too straightforward for his own being lmao. He just comes to your apartment with an nice gift and apologized in the most direct way possible, willing to listen to you, no matter how long it will take. Literally left everything behind just to see you :(

[snailchimera]

Speaking as someone who was able and willing to get the fuck out of Florida, it was the right thing to do and I don't regret it, but it fucking hurts. I miss my home. I miss my shitty toxic eutrophic bayou and my lizard neighbors and liveoaks with Spanish moss and palmettos and honeysuckle that is probably invasive and tiny stubborn canebrakes and sandy patches of scrub. I miss bugs, which is not a thing I would have predicted saying, not because I dislike bugs but because it never occurred to me that other places were so bug-deficient. I miss the cluster of left-adjacent people ranging from peace-and-love Unitarians to the serious union folks or the people running a grocery co-op that actually functioned as a grocery store normal people could buy food at to the folks fixed on one specific problem like housing or healthcare to the anarchists and the socialists and the queer community spread through all of the above and That One Communist whose sole purpose in life seemed to be hawking a newspaper, all clustered together because you can't afford to splinter into two billion different factions in a conservative town full of gun nuts, and honestly probably being a more functional group because of it. I miss streets and buildings that used to be fixtures in my life, landmarks that told me exactly where I was. I miss stupid small things like the art on my library card, the sound of a road, an absolutely objectively terrible park that was always full of glass and spent fireworks the day after New Years or the 4th of July. I miss my best friend from middle/high school (though we're still in touch), and at least a couple members of my family, and my dad's weird friend who wrote absolutely godawful political poetry and hand painted beautiful cards for holidays and once tried to steal my pet turtles to turn them loose in the nearby river (which would have been bad as they were a nonnative species).

I have missed multiple funerals I should have been at and I don't think I'm ever really going to get closure for that.

I've been living up north for over a decade now and the air still tastes wrong. The seasonal shifts here are beautiful, but in the way an alien planet is. It is literally physically impossible to acquire a decent orange or orange juice that tastes like it's actually meant to be a consumable foodstuff here, and I didn't even grow up in orange growing country so it's not like my standards are fresh-picked-today high.

And I didn't really leave a community behind the way OP would have to. I was always pretty isolated, all things considered.

I'm out of Florida, and also alive in general, because an internet friend took me in and inexplicably hasn't kicked me out yet. That's not a viable plan for most people. And, although I am spending more money than I can really afford to renew a passport I've never used, it's very unlikely I'd be able to find sanctuary in another country with my disability, spotty work history, and lack of money. Even if I could, there are people I can't leave behind.

I do think you should get a passport if you can. If you have the money, help other people get one too. It's useful documentation, and if it comes down to it... a Hail Mary escape plan is still better than waiting to die. But the people brave enough to keep fighting for their homes aren't stupid, and the places they love are worth fighting for. The people who can't leave are not acceptable losses. And most red states are red because of deeply entrenched systems of disenfranchisement and suppression.

Just care about people.

I see a lot of posts along the lines of, "people stay in Florida because they can't afford to leave," in reference to both climate disasters and Republican politicians.

I don't see enough, "because it's their home, and leaving under such conditions is traumatic, even if they can afford to drop everything and leave."

I wish people would stop telling me "just move" when I talk about the problems I want to fix. I wish people would stop telling me "it's a sunk cost, you should just leave" when I try to encourage political participation and community involvement. I wish people would stop asking me "lmao why" when I say that I love Florida. I wish people would stop asking me if I "need help leaving" when I have never declared any intention to do so, and have been quite vocal about how happy I was to move back to Florida after a long time away.

I know this land, I know this community, I have deep roots here. I'm tired of everyone telling me to rip them up and "just leave" when I'm trying so goddamn fucking hard to try and help make things better.

You might just see a gross swamp full of rednecks, but I see the sides you refuse to. I see the humanity, I see the communities banding together, I see the beauty, I see the hope. I see the climate activists advocating for our people and our environment, engineering new ways to mitigate hurricanes and update our infrastructure. I see the groups fighting for immigrant rights, racial justice and reparations, affordable housing, organized labor, abortion access, and disability justice. I see the queer organizations carving out space and helping trans people access healthcare. I see people fighting DeSantis tooth and goddamn nail at every single opportunity. I see the reasons to keep fighting for this place that everyone else has written off as a cheap punchline.

I wish y'all would stop ignoring us when there isn't a deadly hurricane or a Florida Man headline, and I wish y'all would stop treating Floridians like we're either helpless victims or horrible bigots with zero in-between.

Some of us are doing our damnedest to make things better. Some of us love Florida with every fiber of our being. Some of us think of Florida, and before anything else, we think "that's home."

It feels pretty fucking bad to constantly see people say your home should be abandoned. It feels pretty fucking bad when the entire rest of the world refuses to see your home as anything but a joke or a problem.

Florida is beautiful. Florida is my home. I'm going to fight for it no matter how many people reading this think I should just pack up and abandon it.

[madeby-meru]

Jason Epsiode 9 Thoughts

Yesterday I played whatever I could of episode 9 on Jason's route and finished watching the rest on youtube, so I wanna share my thoughts (generally speaking tho, I actually enjoyed the episode! it was honestly refreshing after.... everything, lol)

beware of spoilers under the cut <3

Okay, this was quite surprising for me. From what I had spoiled myself already I could tell that I was going to like some things about the episode, but I was not expecting to feel overall so positive about it!

From the beginning, I personally really liked all the tidbits of the common route. I liked seeing Tasha and Zahra play cards (seeing their relationship and how close and friendly they seem, what they like, etc), and I also liked the time spent with the inters, they were fun and I generally enjoy seeing the MC interact with other characters. I did miss some more interaction with the other routes, I chose Thomas to work with and honestly it felt like he was barely even there :/ it would have been fun to see him more with the interns and talk about the project he was working on. I don't know, I like this type of "filler" stuff that tells you about the characters and how they act and interact with other people and in different situations, it makes them feel more 3d and real and I fell like this is something the game lacks a LOT. It's nice that we are very focused on our route from the get go cause we get many moments with them, but at the same time it makes the experience very isolating and you dont get to know anyone much besides your route (you also have way less chances to get affinity with other characters, which bothers me honestly, I don't like feeling "locked" with the LI i chose). It gets boring for me but I understand that's just preference and that many people prefer this, so I appreciated all the common route moments we had this episode.

Now, Jason.

God, I absolutely loved it, the more I think about it the more I like it. I liked getting to know more about him, I liked the vulnerable moments, the looks to the side, the sad face, the smidge of angst. The special scene was cute, he looked so soft and kind while keeping that playful air. I wish they had some more banter and more jokes but I liked how they interacted in this episode and how it seemed llike 2 actual adults subtly flirting and connecting. He was very charming here.

HOWEVER, I need to be honest and mentioned all the stuff I didn't like at all.

First of all, it really bothers me that in the spanish version the characters don't seem to have a defined speech style at all. The way Jason speaks sometimes feels SO weird and it doesn't fit him at all. It takes me out so much to hear him speak like that.

Then the writing is... ugh. It feels like it has not been proof read at all, so many repetitiveness? It takes me out of the story a lot and honestly, it feels poor quality and that it has little care put into it

And it really bothers me how they repeated AGAIN the whole "i have never seen him smiled genuinely like this" GIRL YOU DID ????? ON EPISODE 7 ????? YOU SAID THE SAME THING THEN ????? is anyone editing these dialogues be honest with me beemoov

Lastly, my biggest enemy this game: Ysaline

I really, REALLY, don't like her. It bothers me how utterly dramatic she is with the whole "deal with the devil" bullshit (and the amount of times this sentence has been repeated is so obnoxious, we GET IT, be original ffs). Specially cause what the actual fuck has this man done for you to antagonize him and judge him so much? 5 random people that you knew for 2 days told you he was bad and you ran with it, girl have some actual thoughts of your own and stop judging people you know shit about.

Because I am seriously asking, what has Jason done to be "THE DEVIL"? Work hard? Cause that's all I have seen.

(And where did that episode 5 stuff with the "You owe me a favor now" go ???? did everyone forget about this ???? this "deal with the devil" bullshit again ???? I was expecting this to be a relevant line but we are going on episode 10 and I only hear crickets, it has't even been mentionned I really hate how utterly disconnected the episodes feel and how we have literally no plot)

And god Ysaline gave me so much second hand embarassment when she kept accusing him og using Tasha to spy on Devenementiel ????? GIRL? First of all, you are the new hire of a 7 people company, what the fuck would your 16 year old sister have ???? Devenementiel doesnt even have confidential information why would Jason even CARE. This was EMBARASSING.

Also, Jason telling her that he motivated Tasha by telling her that Ysa would be better ?????? Bro what makes you think that, all you have seen of this woman is her being an absoute mess, doing the most stupid and ridicuous bullshit, NOT WORKING (miss girl was out strolling around the city looking for apartments during work hours, she barely even worked that day), and not being able to even organize a damn birthday party. What about this woman is capable or competent? Aren't you supposed to hate incompetent people? hm?

I really mean this but these two have so little chemistry that is DRY as a desert I don't understand what Jason could see in her cause everything we know about the character would point to him disliking her. In his route what would make sense is for Ysalinne to be super hard working person, someone competitive and very focused on her work that takes her professional life seriously. THAT is someone that I can see Jason liking and somewhat admiring and wanting by his side.

Anyway, tldr: I liked this episode, I hope we get more like this, I hope Ysaline grows the fuck up and I hope we have more fun banter and jokes and flirting instead of creepyness <3

[mochinomnoms]

I have no one to share this thought with, that's why I want to express it somewhere. In fact, I'm a newbie in the Twisted Wonderland fandom, but while I'm currently playing through the game (or rather the plot), I have one such question and dissonance. No matter how you look at it, the characters in the game communicate rather unpleasantly with the main character, I wonder what would have happened if the main character had reacted adequately, calmly, coldly and judiciously, that is, essentially not giving in to Crowley's manipulations. It would have been much more interesting to see this in the main character, because it becomes somehow awkward for me to watch how he is manipulated. Moreover, the characters' attitude towards him at the beginning was also rather unpleasant, well, until they became friends there. To some extent, I would like to see the main character as a realist who understands that he ended up in a world he doesn't understand, the director does nothing at all to bring him home, while the attitude of others towards him is simply disgusting. It just seemed at some point that the main character of the game resigned himself to the fact that he was staying in the world of Twisted Wonderland. Well, if it were me (I'm a realist), I would have looked for all possible methods myself, but to return home. This seems to me to be a much more adequate approach to such a turn of events. The question is, will other characters grieve because the adequate main character went back to his world (let's say he found a way to return back)? Perhaps these very close friends, namely Ace, Deuce and Grimm, who really were friends of the main character, will grieve greatly, the rest... Well, this is strictly my opinion, but it doesn't seem like the majority will simply not care.

P.S. Да, я тот человек, который смотрит реальности в глаза, а не смотрит на мир через розовые очки. Я встретил достаточно жестокости в своей жизни и... Вот почему меня раздражает, когда я вижу глупых персонажей, смирившихся со своей участью.

To be honest, the way you're explaining how you'd personally act in Yuu's situation is most likely how most people would react, so I don't see anything particularly wrong with it.

The way the player acts in-game is probably done so because if they acted accordingly, there probably wouldn't be a game, lol. Or at the very least a vastly different game. That's what makes fics so fun though, you are bound to find one that aligns with what you think would really happen, or just find one that's fun lol. Though, I personally don't see canon Yuu as just resigning themselves as much as they're super flexible and go with the flow. There are points in the game that Yuu is a bit snappy or blunt, and lines from the characters on the homescreen especially that point to the player being cheeky, a troublemaker, and touchy with the characters,

I do think more than just ADeuce and Grim would be sad about Yuu leaving though, Malleus is very close to the player, mostly because he's fascinated by their lack of reaction to who he is. Even if Yuu was more of a realist when meeting him, he's so fascinated (and starved for genuine friendship) that he's delighted by almost any version of Yuu. Kalim is also a sweetie, so he's gonna be upset as well, even if Yuu is just an acquaintance. At the very least, I would include Jack with the first three just because he seems fond enough of Yuu to let himself get “dragged” (he went willingly, lol) into their troubles during Book 3. The rest of the cast I think you can argue for as long as you get through their books, I think Pomefiore especially after Book 6.

But it's late and i don't have many thoughts left, so I'll end it there lol.

(also im sorry hon i don't know what the last bit is, i only speak english and spanish haha)

[mediocrelanguagelearner]

A polyglot I follow did a post on instagram where you can write a comment about yourself and meet other language learners and maybe do a tandem or just chat with them. There isn't a single person there (yet) who is learning Czech and so I'm feeling like I can't message anyone because I can't offer them a good quality language chat. Except for Swedish. Since there aren't many Swedish learners/speakers online, people are always looking for people to talk to and I'm not afraid to message them. But messaging people learning German or Spanish? There are so many natives or like... high level learners, I feel very inadequate and like I don't have a lot to offer.

I'm also always looking for people to talk to, I have this dream of having friends who speak different langauges who I can talk to, but at the same time... I'm just so bad at talking to people. I get burned out so quickly, I can't muster enough interest in me to keep talking to the person, replying stresses me out and I get so tired after a while. So I'd really want to find some international friends, but I'm also so bad at making and keeping friends. I'm just thinking if I should even bother people when I'm not capable of talking to them for more than a couple of messages.

[2boldlyqueer]

Hours and Info for Warmlines above: BlackLine: 24/7, call or text Trans Lifeline: Monday through Friday 1pm-9pm Eastern Time (ET), call only, website quick escape to Google by hitting ESC three times, Spanish speaking operators! Wildflower Alliance: Monday through Thursday 7pm-9pm ET, Stronghearts: 24/7, call or chat online, website quick escape to google by hitting ESC once Thrive Lifeline: 24/7, text only LGBT National Help Center: Monday through Friday 4pm-midnight ET and Saturday noon-5pm, call or chat online, website quick escape by hitting ESC once or the quick escape button on the site All of these lines offer more than just crisis intervention/support, I highly recommend looking at their websites to get help

MORE HELP THAT WON'T INVOLVE THE COPS!

Firstly, the link in the picture above, which is the blueprint for much of this post: https://www.inclusivetherapists.com/contact#crisis

This website, Don't Call The Police, has information for specific cities across the US (plus Toronto and London, Canada). They also have info about Voter Protection and who to contact (not cops) if your vote wasn't counted.

You can search online "mobile crisis [your town]" or "community response teams [your town]" (with your town name swapped in) to possibly find resources within your area that aren't listed.

Calling 211 in some cities will get you a mobile crisis/community response team, but in others you will get law enforcement responding. If you call 211, ask specifically what kind of response you would get for a suicidal person before telling them anything if you're worried.

If there's anyone in your life you trust not to call a line that would send cops, you can reach out to them and ask for support. Tell them upfront that you do not want them to call for police intervention if possible. Ideally, you should work with this trusted person to make a plan together to ensure your safety, especially if you can get them to remove/hide any weapons/medication you might have around.

If you do end up feeling like you need to call 911 or any of the hotlines that will send police to you, try to get someone else to be with you when you call and when they arrive. Community leaders, neighbors, friends, and family are all good options; ideally someone you trust to stay calm and help deescalate if things get out of hand.

hey where’s that post about how it’s important to be aware before recommending/calling suicide hotlines that They Will Call The Cops On You. i have it saved somewhere but i can’t find it & i want to reblog it today For No Particular Reason

[mrs-pondwater19]

Random Miguel O'Hara Headcanons that Plague my Mind Daily✨💜✨

Fem Shy Civilian Reader x Miguel O'Hara

Part 1

Just a little blurb about my personal headcanons of Miguel that I would like to share with all you lovely, beautiful souls.

No real plot, just drabbles and little silly brain rotting thoughts of a cute little shy civilian lady and Miggy because we all don't have to be Spider-Women to get this man's attention. Especially cute, shy civilian girlies.

I don't speak Spanish, so please feel free to correct any mistakes if you see any 💙

SFW and NSFW will be split into two parts.

Established Relationship, friends to lovers vibe, long distance relationship *sorta*, cute little anecdotes, brain rot, Miguel being absolutely head over heels for you, reader feeling slightly ashamed/insecure cause she's not a spider woman, slight mentions of trauma, consoling/reassurance on both ends. Over whole wholesome, loving vibes.

I hope you all enjoy💜💙💜

SFW

He never intended on falling in love. Not when he was what he was.

Spider-Man 2099. The founder of the Spider Society, a man dedicated to his work and keeping the Multiverse safe.

But that all changed when you came into his life.

You originally were a friend of his little brother, Gabriel. Not fully remembering how you met his brother before, but knowing well enough that you two were good friends and hung out occasionally.

He remembered the first time he ever met you when coming home from one of his missions. Unaware that you had dropped in to visit with his brother and stayed a bit longer than you intended to.

He remembered how surprised you looked when he walked through the door, seeing his muscular stature and handsome face standing in the doorway.

The heat on your cheeks becoming very prominent when he approached you.

How his cocky smile made your heart skip a beat.

How your hand was a little shaky when he introduced himself to you with a formal handshake.

How his large, calloused hand engulfed your small, soft one without any trouble at all.

How you quietly introduced yourself with that shy smile of yours.

It was so much different than the women he was around in the Society.

How soft spoken and gentle you were.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, he thought you were absolutely adorable.

From the first time he met you and moving forward into the little friendship you two formed.

He always knew how to get you all flustered whenever you were around him.

Especially when he started using more intimate nicknames that always made you squirm.

"Mi Alma."

"Querida."

"Mi Vida."

"Amor."

Even when you tried to roll with his teasing and tried to keep yourself calm and collected.

You never hid your embarrassment well.

He could see how much his teasing and suave personality got under your skin.

But he didn't mind at all.

In fact he thought it was all very, very cute.

Every time you blushed.

Every time you stuttered.

Every time you bashfully smiled at him.

It all made his heart melt every time he saw you.

Although he was surrounded by all kinds of women each and everyday at HQ. Women who often fought for his attention and affection.

He never really seemed to pay any mind to them. Always keeping it professional with those who sought him out. Never seeing any of them as more than co-workers, allies in their goal to keep the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse safe and secure.

But when it came to you.

His sweet, shy, pretty little civilian friend.

Despite being the cold, distant, hardened man he was. He knew deep down he had a bit of a soft spot for you.

That you had a certain effect on him.

An effect no Spider-Woman in the Spider Society could ever come close to.

And it would only get worse as time passed, when he'd start hanging out with you on his own without Gabriel.

That would become the norm for you two.

Just spending time together in either his apartment or yours.

Talking about each other's interests and life experiences.

After a while he was even comfortable enough to tell you about his life as Spider-Man.

Not that you were surprised in the slightest, considering how he was always conveniently leaving right before "Spider-Man" showed up.

But he knew he could trust you to keep his secret.

You always did.

Because you wanted to be a good friend.

Someone he could trust.

But deep down you knew it was also because you didn't want to ruin your chances of being something more with him.

Even though you truly believed he didn't look at you that way.

But you couldn't have been more wrong.

Whenever he wasn't playing the role of Spider-Man, he would always be sure to make time for you.

Taking walks with you in the park, getting coffee at a local café, or just sitting in the apartment and talking for hours and hours on end.

Getting to break down your shy exterior more and more with each meeting.

Getting to know who you were deep down.

And you were so lovely and sweet.

Not that he didn't know that before. But the more time he spent with you.

The more he got to see how genuine you really were.

And after you'd leave, he'd let his mind wander back to you. Allowing himself to replay his favorite moments when being with you.

Your laugh.

Your pretty smile.

Your beautiful eyes.

Those eyes he often thought about when he went on missions, while alone in his office monitoring the multiverse, and when he patrolled alone late into the night.

Those same eyes that haunted his dreams like a blessing and a curse.

Those beautiful, bright eyes that had his heart skipping beats every time you met his gaze.

So gentle, full of appreciation and kindness for him despite your shyness.

Fuck... he had it so bad for you.

He knew it would've been better if you two had just stayed friends, that he should've kept you at a distance because of his profession.

He knew he couldn't be the man you needed, or the man who deserved to be with you.

But he couldn't help it.

You were just...you.

As the time passed, hiding his feelings for you just got harder and harder. Trying to push away how he truly felt about you.

Trying to convince himself you two were just really good friends, nothing more.

He tried so hard.

Until he couldn't take it anymore.

Every time you were around him, or every time you crossed his mind, it felt like his heart would burst out of his chest.

Every little lingering touch, whether it was your hugs, hair ruffles, or gentle jabs.

It left him wanting more and more.

All the nights be fantasized about being with you. About a future with you that he knew he could never have.

It was almost too much to bear.

He knew he had to tell you.

Even if it meant ruining your friendship.

He needed to be honest with you.

To be honest with himself.

When the day came that he actually did confess to you. You thought he was joking.

Thinking he was just trying to get a rise out of you like he always did.

To see your cheeks blush that pretty crimson red. To get you to cover your face and tell him to stop teasing you so mercilessly.

"Come on now Mig, don't tease me like that."

But when be looked at you with the most serious expression you'd ever seen on his face, besides the slightest blush on his cheeks.

You knew this was no joke.

His expression never wavered as he spoke.

"I'm not teasing you. I'm being serious, querida."

You swore your heart stopped when you realized he meant what he said.

The conviction in his voice made your body hot and your mind a bit fuzzy.

It felt almost too good to be true.

That there was no way he actually had romantic feelings for you.

And when you didn't respond at first.

He began to panic.

At that point he was a nervous, blabbering mess.

Trying so desperately to explain that the feelings he harbored for you were real.

"Look, I know I'm not the easiest to be around. I have a temper, I tend to push people away, and I can be harsh at times."

"But when I'm around you, you make me feel like a better version of myself. You bring out all the good things in me I forgot I had. I like who I am when you're with me. I like that you see who I am beyond my stoicism and my title as Spider-Man."

"I love that you see me for who I am."

You wanted to respond, but he just kept going on his tangent.

Gently bringing his large, clammy hands to your shoulders as a way to steady the two of you.

"But please, querida. I need you to trust me when I say that I have very strong feelings for you. Feelings I can't really explain. But they're there."

Having him hopelessly spill his feelings in front of you.

You couldn't deny your true feelings either.

"I feel the same."

But you knew the reality of the situation was tricky and complicated.

"But what about the Spider Society? Your role as Spider-Man?"

He knew you would ask that.

He thought about that himself more times than he could count.

He knew it wouldn't be easy. But he was willing to make it work.

Because he believed you were worth it.

"That doesn't change anything mi vida. I'll do whatever it takes to make this work. As long as you're willing to take a chance with me, we'll find a way. No matter how long it takes. All I ask is that you be patient with me querida."

After hearing those words of affirmation, it was enough for you to happily say yes.

Granted it was strange at first. With both your feelings were out in the open, it made things a bit tense.

Thinking he wasn't really being serious.

That it was just out of pity.

You knew you shouldn't have been thinking like that, because you knew Miguel wasn't that type of person.

He was very upfront with how he felt.

Cut and dry so to speak.

But the mean, little voice in the back of your mind always reminded you of the kinds of women he worked with on a daily basis.

Strong, valiant, capable, beautiful women.

Not that you weren't beautiful in your own right.

Because you absolutely were.

But it was different with them.

Or so you thought.

They were heroes.

You were just another civilian amongst the crowd.

Even though you never openly expressed how you felt about it.

Miguel knew.

And he absolutely hated that you felt that way about yourself.

He thought you were absolutely perfect as you were.

Because you weren't like them.

You were so much more than any of the women in his organization.

Even if you didn't see it that way.

But he was more than determined to get you out of that mindset.

He would constantly reassure you that he wasn't going anywhere.

That he was very, very serious about the relationship.

That you were the only one he would ever want.

That you were the only one he'd ever need.

Telling you from the moment you woke up until you fell asleep in his arms,

"I'll always be here with you, mi alma. Always."

Part of it was for his own reassurance as well as yours.

Because his past was not kind to him in the slightest.

After losing so many people he loved and cherished more than himself.

He was afraid of letting people in.

To show vulnerability.

Terrified of losing someone he loved and cared about again.

He didn't want to relive that pain.

Never again.

You could see it in his eyes whenever he tried to reassure you of the doubts you had about him.

You could see how much it hurt him.

How it stung in his chest every time he needed to reassure you.

That he was there to stay.

That you were the only one for him.

Gradually, the more you heard him say it. The more you truly started to truly believe in him.

That he wasn't going anywhere.

That he was committed to making it work with you, because he loved you.

And he made sure you felt that way each time you were together.

Not only with his words.

But with his actions as well.

How over time he picked up on all your little quirks.

Taking note of all the small, little things you liked that only people super close to you knew.

Remembering how you liked your coffee or tea.

Making you your favorite snacks after you had a long day of classes or work.

Cooking you your favorite meals when he's not working. Wanting to make sure you've eaten and that you're taking care of.

Giving you gentle massages and rubbing your back to make you feel better if you were sore or in pain.

Playing with your hair when you cuddled because he knew you enjoyed it. Feeling your strands gently wrapped around his large, calloused fingers and letting them fall past his skin.

Just being close to you whenever he was with you.

Given your comfortability of course.

He was a very passionate, affectionate man.

And although he would never, ever push your boundaries when it came to physicality.

He just wanted to show you how much he loved you as much as he could.

Hugging you.

Kissing you.

Touching you.

Feeling you.

Making sure he made you feel loved at every opportunity.

Knowing in the back of his mind he couldn't always do that for you.

No matter how much he wanted to.

It was difficult, not being able to see him as much as you wanted to. But you knew he had responsibilities being Spider-Man. The people's protector.

He'd be gone for days at a time. Leaving you alone in the apartment to go about your life. Whether it was work or classes.

It'd get lonely at times for sure.

But you both found ways to make it work.

Even though he's busy with the Spider Society and keeping the Multiverse intact. He would always make sure to let you know he's thinking of you.

Whether it was little messages he'd send you from his Gizmo telling you how much he loved and missed you.

Telling you about the different dimensions he visited and the anomalies he hunted down.

Although he didn't go into too much detail when it came to his work life.

Only what he considered necessary.

He didn't want you knowing about the darker side of his job.

All the close calls he encountered.

All the people he couldn't save.

How sometimes he'd let every mistake he ever made during a mission consume him.

But he refused to let you see that side of him.

You had enough to worry about as it was.

He didn't need you adding on any more stress than you had.

But you weren't stupid either.

You always worried about him.

How could you not?

Knowing who he was and what he did, you knew the risks that came with it.

The chance of him never coming home.

The guilt he carried because he knew he couldn't save everyone.

But all you could do was try to be as supportive as possible.

Reminding him that he was doing his best and that's what mattered.

That he was a good man.

And he appreciated it.

More than you could ever know.

That was another he loved about you.

How kind and understanding you were when it came to his profession.

You never shut him out or backed down when he was in a bad mindset about those things.

You always looked at things rationally and tried to be as supportive and optimistic as you could be.

Keeping him as levelheaded as possible and letting him know you were in his corner no matter what.

Even if that was all you could do.

Whether it was in person or from afar.

He was grateful for it.

For you.

When he wasn't sending you messages he'd call you on late night patrols to ask you how your day was. He didn't care whether it was exciting or not. He just wanted to talk to you.

Even if you're all groggy, sleepy or can't keep track of the conversation.

He selfishly just wanted to hear your voice after a long stressful day.

It reminded him of what he has waiting at home for him.

When he did get home after his patrol, you're usually asleep. All cozied up in your bed, cuddling with his pillow.

He'd watch you sleep for a while before joining you in the sheets.

Not in a creepy or strange way.

He just likes seeing you at peace despite the struggles life puts you through.

To see you in such a calm state.

To see all the little expressions while you dream.

To shamelessly admire the woman he's opened his heart to without seeing you get all embarrassed, hiding away from his gaze.

He could feel the way his heart skipped beats in his broad, muscular chest at the way your hair was tussled against the pillow.

How your lips were slightly parted as you took soft breaths.

The way the blankets cocooned around your form as you curled into a fetal position around his pillow.

It was a sight to behold.

After a while he'd have Lyla shut down the nanotech spider suit and crawl into the soft sheets with you.

He'd take the pillow from your arms and pull you close. Replacing the cold fabric of the pillow with the warmth of his skin.

Pulling you against him as if he were protecting you from the world.

Feeling the sudden warmth always woke you up every time he came home.

"Mmm, what time is it baby?"

"Don't you worry about that amor. You just go back to sleep, I'll be here with you when you wake up. Ok mi alma?"

You weren't really awake enough to comprehend what he was saying, but you just nodded as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Love you Mig."

It was a groggy, subconscious phrase of your love.

But it made his heart swell all the same.

He kissed your forehead sweetly as he pulled you even closer.

"Te amo tanto, querida."

With that he'd allow himself to fall asleep wrapped around you, and you him.

Knowing that he could always come home to you.

[muldj0rd]

My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the great war || Princess Cake

Summary: If he was asked which year was the worst, Nico would answer 2016. Sure, he won the championship, but at what cost?

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, comfort sex, top Jenson, bottom Nico, do I classify this as angst?

Masterlist || AO3

If he was asked which year was the worst, Nico would answer 2016. Sure, he won the championship, but at what cost?

---

Spain 2016 After a hours long debrief, being forced to be in the same room with Lewis whom he can't even look in the eye anymore, Nico just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep until late tomorrow, catch his flight and sleep even more when he got back home in Monaco

So when he walked to the parking lot outside of the paddock, seeing Jenson stand by his car, he groaned but was slightly confused as well. Why would Jenson stay so long just to talk to him?

"Why did you stay so long? Haven't you heard of a phone?" Nico asked, trying to joke, but he was too exhausted to give a smile

"We are going out" Jenson said with a smile that seemed to never leave his pretty face

"Really not in the mood, Jense" Nico sighed, shifting on his feet

"Alright. I'll find some beers and come to your hotel room" He suggested instead, quite determined

Nico was about to speak, but Jenson cut him off "No argument" Nico chuckled softly "I also kinda need a ride. Was supposed to drive with Nando's, but I told him to go ahead"

"Sure" Nico laughed softly, shaking his head slightly, amused by Jenson's eagerness to talk to him

---

Both Nico and Jenson was sitting up against the headboard by each others side, just with Nico's head placed on the Brit's shoulder, both holding a can of Spanish beer

"I appreciate it 'n all, but why are you here and not with Lewis? You were teammates after all" Nico turned his head to look up at Jenson, his alcohol-affected mind not realising how close it made them

Jenson sighed softly, neither realising their closeness "Sure, me and Lewis were teammates and are close friends, but please, mate. I re-watched the crash, it's obviously Lewis's fault. I'm not letting you suffer alone and in silence"

Jenson fiddled with Nico's hair that had grown slightly out. He should cut it. He liked it a little longer, but after Lewis had called him a faggot, he started cutting more often. Sure, Nico was a faggot- Lewis was too, so he knew he didn't mean anything about it, but it still hurt him slightly

Maybe it was the alcohol in his blood, but Nico blushed at Jenson's words and touch. He turned his head away, putting his beer can on the nightstand, using it as an excuse to hide the blush from Jenson

"Thank you" He muttered softly, laying his head back against Jenson's shoulder, hoping he had turned his head the right way so Jenson wouldn't see his red cheeks

Jenson chuckled softly, putting his own beer on the nightstand beside him "You're not very subtle, mate"

"Shut up" Nico hid his now redder face in his hands, curling his body into himself, but also resulting in curling further into Jenson's side

"Come on, mate. Don't be embarrassed about it" Jenson chuckled, his hand subconsciously laying on Nico's thigh, his thumb making small circles

Nico's body stiffened, his breathing hitching slightly. He removed his hands from his face, turning his head to look up at Jenson with wide eyes

Don't. He's just a friend. Don't. You'll ruin your friendship. Don't- Nico's mind went blank when he leaned forward, kissing Jenson

Much to Nico's surprise, Jenson kissed back, even holding him close by the back of his head, his fingers tangling in his blond locks

The kiss quickly became messy- all tongue and spit. Nico straddled Jenson's thighs, his hands fisting in the front of the Brit's shirt

"Nico" Jenson tugged softly at Nico's hair, pulling him slightly back, making him whine "We're both affected and not thinking straight. We'll regret it in the morning" They were both panting heavily

Nico whined again "I want this- I need this- I need you"

"I know, I know. I want you too, but we shouldn't" Jenson almost whispered, one hand on Nico's waist, the other caressing his jaw

---

Monaco Jenson walked up to Nico doing the driver's parade, looking away from him and crossed his arms over his chest "Did it happen?"

Nico sighed, shifting on his feet "No" He shrugged softly

"We good?" Jenson asked, looking at Nico

"Yeah" Nico nodded softly, but his voice sounded questionable

"Good" Jenson sighed relieved

---

Nico knocked hesitantly on Jenson's hotel door, not breathing as he heard Jenson move around inside

"He's mad at me" Nico sighed as the door got opened

Jenson sighed "He's been mad at you since Spain"

"It was supposed to be his win" Nico's shoulders were slumped

"You wanna come in?" Jenson asked, stepping to the side so Nico could walk in "I promise there's no beers" Nico chuckled softly before he stepped inside

"I thought that didn't happen?" Nico smiled softly, turning to Jenson once he had closed the door

"It didn't" Jenson didn't smile, but there was a special sparkle in his eyes

Nico's smile faded "You affected?" He asked softly but hopeful

"No" Jenson shook his head slightly "You?"

Nico shook his head softly "No"

They were on each other immediately, hands all over each other. They had both gotten their shirts off when Jenson had guided them over to the bed, pushing Nico softly onto it

Nico's hands went to his belt, trying to unbuckle it, but he didn't get far when Jenson pinned both his wrists above his head in one hand, his lips mouthing at his collarbone, his other hand unbuckling Nico's belt with no problem

The German's quiet whimpers and whines turned into a breathy moan while his back arched slightly when Jenson had pulled down his zipper, palming him through his briefs, chuckling low- a sound that made all his blood go south, making him impossibly harder

"Jense" Nico whined needy, his hips moving against Jenson's hand, feeling himself leak into his briefs

Jenson gave one last lick to Nico's collarbone before he leaned up to Nico's ear "Get naked" Nico swore he could come just from the sound of Jenson's lust-filled voice

Jenson let go of Nico's wrists, standing up from the bed to walk over to his suitcase. When he came back to the bed with a bottle of lube in his hand, Nico was fully naked and laying on his back, his skin flushed a deep red

"God, you're pretty" Jenson smirked slightly, spreading and bending Nico's legs so he could be in between them, his action drawing a needy whimper out of the German

Nico whimpered as he saw and heard Jenson pour lube on his fingers, slowly warming it up, his other hand caressing the inside of Nico's thigh, making his breathing heavier

Jenson leaned down, kissing Nico softly, drowning his soft moan as Jenson's fingers circled his hole

Nico pulled back from the kiss, his eyes shut tight and his teeth in his bottom lip as Jenson slowly pushed a single finger inside

"Come on, let me hear you, love" Jenson said softly, his thumb pulling down on Nico's bottom lip, letting it slip out between his teeth

Jenson slowly moved his finger, making Nico gasp and whine softly "There you go" Jenson chuckled slightly, his finger going slightly faster

Nico moaned softly when Jenson slowly pushed in a second finger, giving him time before slowly moving again

Nico's back arched sharply, a loud moan ripping from his throat, and his nails digging into Jenson's back as he curled his fingers, hitting his prostate

"Please, please, please. Need you, Jense. Need you so bad" Nico stopped to moan as Jenson curled his fingers again- a little harder this time, also making Nico's moan louder, his thighs already starting to shake slightly, pre-cum leaking onto his stomach

Jenson slowly pulled his fingers out of Nico, earning him a whine as Nico felt empty, his thigh getting sticky when Jenson wiped his fingers on his skin

Jenson got off of the bed, getting rid of his own pants and briefs, getting back in between Nico's legs, stroking himself a few times, getting the lube properly smeared all over himself

Nico whimpered as he felt the tip of Jenson's cock press against his hole, his hands immediately flying to the Brit's waist, trying to pull him closer

"It's cute how eager you are" Jenson chuckled, which quickly turned into a soft groan as he slowly pushed himself into Nico, stopping every few inches to let him adjust, a soft moan coming from Nico's lips

Nico pulled Jenson down to kiss him "Move" He mumbled against his wet and soft lips. The lips that had been the only thing on his mind since they kissed in Spain

Jenson did a few experimental thrusts before setting a slow and steady pace. He pushed his arm under Nico's shoulder, his hand curled in his hair, his other arm around his hips, lifting them slightly off the bed, angling them just right to hit his prostate

Nico's moans weren't deafening- they would if Jenson moved faster and harder, he didn't though. The slow pace was enough for both of them. They weren't in no rush. They didn't have sex out of anger or jealousy. Nico wanted to feel Jenson close, Jenson wanted to comfort Nico

Nico's arms were swung around Jenson's shoulders, trying to pull him closer, but his arms were too weak. He tried to move his legs around Jenson's hips, determined to pull him closer, but they too were too weak to move

Nico thought to himself earlier that he could come just by the sound of Jenson's voice. He proved himself right when his body shook, coming after a series of Jenson's praises in his ear

The feeling of Nico clenching around Jenson so tightly, gave him only a few more sloppy thrusts before he came inside Nico with a soft moan of his name

They both panted heavily for a few seconds before Jenson pulled out, but still laid down softly on top of Nico, feeling his cum stick to his stomach- It didn't matter in this moment. He was close to Nico, and that all what matters. He had hopefully comforted Nico to forget the race

"We should retire at the end of the season, give us more time to spend every single day together" Nico suggested it as a joke, but Jenson's agreement wasn't

[stylesispunk]

There are some things I want to clarify regarding something I received today. If you find something in my writing odd or weird, that's fine.

Just remember these things:

I'm chilean, so my first language is spanish and I always speak it, so I'm always thinking in Spanish duh, and as much as I'm fluent in english sometimes I don't find the proper words to convey all the meanings I would desire to express or maybe I do.

I have a C1 level of English (certified by cambridge) and I teach English as a second language. That's my profession. so yes, I'm fluent, I know everything about it, but I don't know all the words and as I said before, sometimes I don't express things as well as I do in Spanish so maybe something won't have the same impact or whatever. I've been speaking English for half of my life and I feel like just 2 years ago I started to feel able to think in English too. And as I also say, I'm working on my writing and I always do.

That's all and this is ridiculous but bye 💌

[quixotin]

fun fact for those living on/close to the border: Mexico has universal healthcare and as far as I know, you may be allowed to use our vaccination services for a small fee. But you probably need to read the fine print and also speak Spanish or ask ChatGPT to translate for you. Additionally, you might also be able to get contraceptives like Implanon and the T. For us they're free, but I don't know if they charge anything for foreigners. Not gonna lie, our system is often hella saturated, so if they give you an appointment it'll be in like, months or you'll have to wait in there the whole day. I do mean the whole day from morning to evening. However! If you're in a rush, you also can get your full shots at a clinical lab called 'Familia Sana' which is everywhere in Mexico, they're super affordable and the labs are very well equipped (ofc though, you need to speak conversational Spanish because these people won't humor your English. Still worth it tho). For any other kind of consultation, you can refer to the (somewhat unhinged concept of) pharmacy clinics in chains like Similares, and Farmacias Roma. A GP sees you for what I believe is like 3 dollars, and prescribes you with either meds or a referral to a specialist 10/10 would recommend. Again, the caveat is Spanish but hey, nothing that a translator can't deal with. For reproductive health, if for any reason you can't use the free services, a OBGyn will give it to you for a price between 70 and 250 dollars, give or take, implant and appointment included 👍In certain cities there should be doctors that speak English (specifically Tijuana, Mexicali, and Juarez) but keyword is should, don't count on it. Better go prepared.

‼️‼️ IF YOU NEED ANY VACCINES YOU NEED TO GET THEM ASAP ‼️‼️

RFK Jr is very likely to be in charge of public health policy come January and he has been very open with his radically antivax agenda. And Trump has said he “is open to” banning vaccines outright in the US. So if you need or want a:

• Covid Booster

• Flu shot

• Tetanus Booster

• HPV

•Meningococcal Meningitis

Or any other vaccine that you have not gotten. MOVE FAST. Some of these take multiple doses that need to be spread out over several months. At this point it is wildly unsafe to assume our country would not do something this unbelievably stupid!!!

[svtskneecaps]

took advantage of what may apparently be the last quiet qsmp night for a WHILE to watch through some day 1 vods, since i didn't hop on the train until mid april. holy SHIT there is gold in those metaphorical hills. one day i gotta make a compilation fr but it is so tedious the way i get clips.

anyway here's a collection of highlights:

[killlerfang1]

The Puerto Rican flag showing up when Rio snaps at Miles for getting a B in Spanish is such a fun little example of the incredible attention to detail in this movie

[royalarchivist]

Mike: I think I know you from somewhere very distant…

Amzet: Yeah, you know who I am? I do know who you are.

Mike: Bobby! Bobby!!! How are you, how are you Bobby? How long has it been?

Mike reunites with an old friend (in another universe)! :')

[rotationalsymmetry]

countries are really big (and the US is really big for a country), made up of many many people, so one person's worth of difference is small and hard to see. The smaller the scale you look at, the easier it will be to see the difference you make (if you want to make a difference and know that you are making a difference.) And there are a lot of differences that are worth making on smaller scales.

I came of age right in the face of 8 years of Republican presidency and a corresponding (post 9-11) cultural shift towards the conservative, it happens. There are arguments to be made that Trump is worse than Bush, and they are reasonable arguments, but they also tend to focus on conditions within the US and I am very concerned with the whole world, and Bush was very bad for the whole world. Trump isn't great for the whole world, but I'm not convinced he's worse. (Also some things sucked in the US too! This was the age of "that's so gay" and a corresponding rise in school bullying of kids perceived as gay (accurately or not.) Things got worse in the 2000's than they were in the 90's, in this regard, and got better after. (Mostly because a ton of people put in a small amount of work over long periods of time to make it better.) This is common, things change with time, often in up and down ways.

Good things happen during Republican presidencies and bad things happen during Democrat presidencies, the person who's president matters but is not the only thing that matters. It is one thing among many things: how the news presents things, how people talk about things to their friends and family, what's going on in local and state governments, what nonprofits and advocacy orgs are doing/pushing for, etc. I used to be really into advocating for more bike lanes; picking one local cause you really care about can go a long way to seeing when what you do makes a difference in the world. It doesn't have to be a group thing either if you don't want; I notice when benches in my neighborhood are missing the middle bar (anti-homeless architechture); that's going to be the work of one or a couple people doing things on their own.

I like the point about language! This was a little thing, but a few months ago I ran into a woman who was lost who only spoke Spanish, and I ...sort of speak Spanish, and I was able to get her to where she needed to go. These opportunities do come up now and then, and more often if you seek them out (eg offer to write Spanish translations for an activist group's website or email newsletter or fliers or social media page.) I also occasionally run into a serious first aid situation, so I recommend taking a basic first aid and CPR class, and keeping your certification current if you already have. (Extra important for people who can't easily afford hospital/ER/urgent care visits.) (A lot of these aren't explicitly political, but that's ok, about 90% of what people NEED is not explicitly political.) (Some things like naloxone and CPR training are things where normally you'd *expect* to not actually use them -- it's a precaution, like wearing a seat belt or a mask, it's not going to matter most of the time, but on the rare/unlikely occasion that it does matter, it matters a lot.)

5. Doing stuff and emotional management aren't entirely the same thing. It is good to do stuff because stuff needs to be done -- whether you need to regulate your feelings or not. If you need to regulate your feelings and either don't conveniently have something to DO or it's not enough or you just want a different way to regulate your feelings, there's journaling, cbt stuff, RAIN, EFT/tapping, talking to a friend, breathing exercises, and lots of other things.

hi, hopefully this isnt a stupid question -- this is only my second election i'm voting in, and i'm a little confused about results. is it actually confirmed that trump has won, or is it just almost certain based on the counted votes? bc i know that provisional ballots (like mine) probably arent immediately counted, and there was that thing about votes needing to be verified because of signatures, plus to my knowledge the electoral college doesnt vote til december? i'm probably just grasping at an infinitesimal chance of things not being shit, but also i do actually want to understand and google is not helping :( if you can't explain no worries, you just seem to be knowledgable & willing to answer questions haha

This is absolutely not a stupid question.

So everything is currently pointing at what is most likely, not at what is 100% certain, but it's like 99% certain. There are still votes being counted, but in the states where the election has been called it has been called either because enough of the ballots have been counted that the remaining count wouldn't change the results, or that the area is historically so strongly in favor of one party that it's exceptionally unlikely that they'd flip the other way (for example, they're still counting california's ballots but you're more likely to get struck by lightning five times today than california is to flip red in this election). The places that have not yet been called do not have enough electoral votes for Harris to win the election.

The electoral college is exceedingly unlikely to flip their votes against the state/district vote; "Faithless electors" is the term for members of the electoral college who would vote against the vote they are committed to for their region. It was something discussed in both the 2016 election and the 2020 election and flipping the electoral college without winning the election was the motivation behind J6. As shitty and bullshit as I think the electoral college is, if you're going to have one and you're going to have the rule of law, you can't hope for faithless electors because what you're hoping for at that point is that the people representing you are acting directly against the choice of the voters.

I want you to listen to me. I have been voting in presidential elections since 2004. Presidential elections always suck. Who the president is does matter, and does impact your life, but you genuinely do not have a ton of influence over that so you can't let it throw you into despair and inaction, because we should be active and political and protesting the wrongs of the world even if your favored political party wins. Vote in local elections, work with your local community, and if your local community sucks too, work with online communities to both give and get support.

Whenever something like this happens, people pass around the Mr. Rogers quote about looking to the helpers. I like that quote. I think it's good, I think it's hopeful, I think it helps! But I also think that sometimes it's even more effective if you look for how to help. Who are you the most scared for after this election? Who are you worried about in your community or among your friends? What can you do that might make their life easier? What can you do to protect people like that in your community? What don't you know that might make you better prepared to help them in the future?

One thing that I think is a fantastic way to prepare to help is to either begin or continue learning a language that you don't know. I am working hard on my Spanish because I live in California and there are a ton of Spanish speakers here who I might be able to help. Is it directly aiding anyone right at this second that I'm practicing conjugation? No. But it might help someone who is being harassed by a cop, or who is unhoused and needs help, or who is being abused by an employer at some point in the future, and I can get myself ready to help. Learn how to use naloxone and pick up up an inhaler; you might not need it now, but it'll make you ready to help someone who does need it. Order free covid tests every chance you get, even if you don't need them, because then you can give them out to people who do need them. Plan B has a multi-year shelf life. Pick some up so that you've got some on hand if someone needs it.

Maybe there's nothing you can do right at this exact second (though if you are able to donate to gender affirmation fundraisers, border kindness, abortion funds, bail funds, etc., you can absolutely do that), but you can get ready to help someone who will need you someday.